3:1 Woe to the bloody city, all full of lies and plunder-- no end to the prey! 3:2 The crack of the whip, and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot! 3:3 Horsemen charging, flashing sword and glittering spear, hosts of slain, heaps of corpses, dead bodies without end-- they stumble over the bodies! 3:4 And all for the countless whorings of the prostitute, graceful and of deadly charms, who betrays nations with her whorings, and peoples with her charms. 3:5 Behold, I am against you, declares the LORD of hosts, and will lift up your skirts over your face; and I will make nations look at your nakedness and kingdoms at your shame. 3:6 I will throw filth at you and treat you with contempt and make you a spectacle. 3:7 And all who look at you will shrink from you and say, Wasted is Nineveh; who will grieve for her Where shall I seek comforters for you 3:8 Are you better than Thebes that sat by the Nile, with water around her, her rampart a sea, and water her wall 3:9 Cush was her strength; Egypt too, and that without limit; Put and the Libyans were her helpers. 3:10 Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity; her infants were dashed in pieces at the head of every street; for her honored men lots were cast, and all her great men were bound in chains. 3:11 You also will be drunken; you will go into hiding; you will seek a refuge from the enemy. 3:12 All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs-- if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater. 3:13 Behold, your troops are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars. 3:14 Draw water for the siege; strengthen your forts; go into the clay; tread the mortar; take hold of the brick mold! 3:15 There will the fire devour you; the sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the locust. Multiply yourselves like the locust; multiply like the grasshopper! 3:16 You increased your merchants more than the stars of the heavens. The locust spreads its wings and flies away. 3:17 Your princes are like grasshoppers, your scribes like clouds of locusts settling on the fences in a day of cold-- when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they are. 3:18 Your shepherds are asleep, O king of Assyria; your nobles slumber. Your people are scattered on the mountains with none to gather them. 3:19 There is no easing your hurt; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil